Erik couldn't help the laugh that came out of him at her answer. "I'd think about the weather if it was any help," he told her honestly. Although it would probably take something like a hurricane or a tornado for that idea to work.
"It's stupid, really," he told her quietly. "I already know that nothing is going to happen, so I don't know why I keep going over it in my head." That, at least, was the truth. Erik was never going to say anything to Kitt, all things he wanted were never going to happen, so it was pointless to keep on dwelling on impossible possibilities, but he couldn't seem to help himself.
He cast about for something, anything to talk about. The rock he'd been playing with was back in his hand, and as he began to levitate it above his palm again, an idea formed in his mind. "So what do you do?" He asked, his eyes still focused on the stone he was manipulating.